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The Devouring Menace - 002
🕑 Added 2023-08-16 14:54:34 +0000 UTC[@#$%∆#?± POV]
I don't know how or why I came to be. One day, I simply awoke, as though emerging from an endless slumber. My own name eludes me, but being of my stature, the concept of a name seems trivial in gauging the weight of my presence. Names are reserved for lesser, insignificant beings.
Upon attaining self-awareness, the constructs of time and space were nonexistent. Creation itself had not yet come into being. The void reigned, a realm of absolute nothingness, a state of non-existence, devoid of all.
I neither know truth nor falsehood, real or unreal, I have lived long enough to disregard such concepts.
I have long considered myself indefinable.
I searched for someone or something like me but all my avid searches were utterly futile.
Loneliness prevailed. There was nothing to be done.
Within the timeless depths of the void, I floated, and at that moment, the inception of little bubbles began.
I had been surprised by the sudden change in a place that initially had nothing.
Though I lacked explicit awareness, an innate understanding of the nature of these little bubbles seemed to arise within me. It was as if I possessed an inherent knowledge, with information effortlessly surfacing in my mind at the slightest inclination or mere thought.
Gradually, I recognized these bubbles as realities, each encompassing stable space-time continuums and an array of countless variations. Within them dwelled the essence of life and the unmistakable signature of creation.
These Omni-realities sparked something inside of me. It had been curiosity and excitement which I did not know of.
I had first tried to interact with a random reality but I had been disappointed immediately. The little thing couldn't handle an iota of my presence and just exploded into non-existence before returning to the root of its creation.
Those reality bubbles had felt as delicate as poorly crafted toys, on the verge of shattering. However, driven by a longing to escape the clutches of monotony and isolating solitude, I fervently wished for a solution – and a solution I indeed received.
I could either create an avatar, incarnation or just fractionize my consciousness into its weakest form to interact with those realities brimming with life.
I had wandered aimlessly to know more about the tiny countless beings that I could only look at from above.
I experienced a lot. Different cultures, different strange races, different galaxies, different universes…
Morality, the concept that those that existed below lived by had been interesting. Good and evil, just and unjust, right and wrong, I did both ends of the spectrum when I had shamefully brought myself to their levels.
It didn't fit with me. I honestly came to dislike the distinction. Those useless concepts were blurred. Couldn't those weak beings do just whatever they liked? Oh, they couldn't.
Because they were weak. Pitifully weak.
Indulging in both creation and destruction, I found myself engrossed in the purposeless hobby of crafting and dismantling reality bubbles. This behavior, which some might label as "morally bad" or downright evil, reflected a lack of defined character. The actions I, [@#$%∆#?±], undertook, currently do, and will engage in, exist beyond judgment, as there are no observers except for those whose unseen presence I have sensed. Despite their existence, an insurmountable barrier separates me from their being.
It had been pointless but fun knew that not.
By a lucky encounter, I stumbled upon a realm brimming with ingenious minds, where residents wove limitless stories and tales. They embodied mortal gods, crafting narratives with a profound sense of mastery. Observing from the shadows, I delved into their evolutionary past, tracing the passage of time through various eras until reaching their technologically advanced present age. The exhilarating journey entailed a speedrun through the annals of history.
Then, an idea sparked within me – a notion to alleviate my monotonous existence, despite my dwindling optimism. My plan: select a random individual, a mortal slightly unhinged within the corridors of their mind, scarcely tethered to the world. I sought a person drifting through life aimlessly, amidst the vast sea of humanity, where such souls were plentiful. Yet, it would be mere chance that would determine the chosen one, the fateful arbiter.
And I found him.
The one.
His name was Soobin. He hadn't been anything special since his birth except for his more-than-average face and academic intelligence. A once dreamer that yearned for something and then got it yet along the way, came to be disinterested - swallowed by emptiness.
He was an earthling who believed himself to be too good for others and amongst trash, he was 'hot stuff'. Untouchable.
A vile creature inside and a natural lone wolf.
Didn't he just fit the bill?
I wiped out all of humanity because of his oddly entertaining thoughts. Were all humans natural destroyers and intrinsically violent, just like him, I wonder?
He thought of me as evil. A primordial evil.
He even went so far as to compare me to things like Colbob, ROBs, Supreme Archetypes, Azathoth, and similar entities – such heretical assumptions that could warrant existence erasure!
How silly could he get?
If it were not for my want for entertainment, his existence would have been the same as the rest of humanity.
He had been wary yet didn't panic as much. He accepted the reality presented before him without showing much resistance. He could adapt to circumstances.
I offered him a nonconsensual deal.
And the thoughts that ran through his mind only fueled my excitement.
He had wanted me to offer him boons if I decided to send him into the other world - a world that he could only perceive as fictional.
I shattered his hope and ruined his expectations but I had plans for him.
His final thoughts before I initiated his journey through the cycle of transmigration compelled me to play a prank on him. And indeed, I followed through with my mischievous plan.
Wanna be a rock?
Wanna be a vending machine?
Wanna be a demon lord?
He really shouldn't have jinxed himself, kekeke.
I gazed into infinite realities and beheld a world tailor-made for him—a reality of disorder, trepidation, hopelessness, devastation, and colossal behemoths—a realm ruled by monsters.
There he would let loose and unveil his inner vile evilness for all to see.
'Whether he survives and flourishes or succumbs to ordinary notions like mortality and a grim fate depends on the choices he makes and the challenges he faces.'
I just hoped that I wouldn't be disappointed. He shouldn't disappoint me.
And to that, I bestowed upon him a 'weak' ability - a last act of magnanimity from me.
***
[MC'S POV]
'What is happening?'
I tried to open my eyes that felt as if a ton of lead had been dropped onto them.
Feeling unlike myself, an odd sensation engulfed me. Summoning all my strength, I willed my eye muscles to function correctly. With a determined effort, I managed to open them.
'A forest?'
'The breath of the wild?'
'What am I doing in the forest?'
Innumerable chaotic thoughts crisscrossed my mind.
'Have I been kidnapped?'
'Who am I?'
"Am I ga-?"
The thought "Am I ga-?" immediately jolted me awake from my foggy and confused state.
'I transmigrated, that's right.' I suddenly remembered everything.
'And fuck, just how cliche could my thought process get!'
'That merciless entity just did everything without restraints but I wonder where it dropped me in?'
'Wait!' I realized something at that moment.
Why was my sense of smell so good?
And why was my vision so different from my previous one?
My color perception and visual acuity?
The world around me was solely composed of different individual colors.
Limited color vision? Shades of blue and yellow?
This dichromatic kind of vision.
Don't tell me. I-
I lifted my hand and behold… my hand wasn't the same. It was a paw.
'A canine? Seriously?' I really had jinxed myself.
And from the looks of it, I was either a wild dog, jackal, fox, or wolf. Despite never encountering them in person, my understanding of these creatures has been shaped by the scripted narratives featured in NatGeo World.
AWOOO!
I lacked the expertise of a zoologist, yet as the howl echoed, my gaze darted toward its origin. Surprisingly, my responses flowed instinctively, revealing a connection beyond my anticipation. At that moment, I realized I had become an integral part of the pack.
And I wasn't a social creature in the first place!
***
